Next stop on the 52 Suburbs trail is Rome, thus inspiring this nostalgic and archival post. *SIGH*
Summer days earn you an honest walking tan and on many a balmy night, you can hear the moon whisper. Awww mate. If the ancient walls could talk, I’m sure they would tell you that gelato 3 times a day and wine with every meal need to be a universal norm. It’s almost a crime that anywhere else would not have proscuitto for breakfast and aqueducts sprawled all over. *SIGH* These are but a few of the luxury cliches one misses when bumping into Italian-speaking Filipinos becomes a novelty.
I think what I love most about Rome (and Italy) is how righteously Catholic and openly pagan everyone and everything is. The saints are just as important as the gods adopted from Greek mythology and if that isn’t honest, you can bet there food is. Not that this counts for much, but the hatted Italian restaurants that I’ve eaten at in Sydney just meet the mark of a plebian meal in Italy (only when you ask the smart locals where to go though).
If I were to leave tomorrow, I’d gladly drag my luggage up the staircase of the same hotel. Viva la Roma!
“ When it comes to getting things done, we need fewer architects and more bricklayers, ”
Colleen C. Barrett.
I have had the best 8 day working week of my life. Time has absolutely flown. Everything has been full on and to think this is only the tip of the iceberg makes me even more excited.
Far from being able to truly call where I am my new home, but dear God, I hope I become even a quarter worthy. I cannot wait to see where I will be in a month, 6 months and a year. And this all could not have happened at a better time. I have done absolutely nothing to deserve this and I can only try my best, but I am so inspired that I want to do better! Everything that I have been through has been and will be worth it. Famous last words, I know.
Is it Monday yet? *pinches self*
I am always blown away when I watch this, but until recently, I have never seen it with subtitles. What does one hear without English?
Reminds me of how I bop along, wishing I could decipher the lyrics of a Korean pop song.
“I believe that Tango has the potential to bring out the best in each of us, at least while in the embrace. We surrender our egos; leave prickly personality traits at the table; and cease to be CEOs, taxi drivers, engineers, unemployed. We replace all our externals with a purity of spirit, a generosity of kindness, splendid caring. And when these elements flow freely between partners, it is… the joy,” Johanna.
And because I’m a bitch, I want to change the title of this song to, ‘How Come You Jump Onto The Princewagon Now?’ *bitch slaps self* Better late than never I suppose.
“ And I will walk and talk
In gardens all wet with rain
And I’ll be satisfied
Not to read in between the lines, ”
‘Sweet Thing,’ Van Morrison.
